I grew up in Cape Town. Many a- time my father would take us to the beach after school, building sand castles on the shore, with the backdrop of Table Mountain in view. This was ordinary, this was normal. I was blind to the gorgeousness that surrounded me. It was only when I travelled to the Middle East, and later moved to the USA, did I come to truly appreciate the extraordinary and dazzling beauty of Cape Town. Interestingly, by having to complete Arabic assignments about my roots, and having to respond to curious questions from foreigners about my home country, the lens through which I perceived my home town began to broaden. It was no more ordinary to me, but rather quite extraordinary. Not only am I a prouder Cape Townian, but feel more connected to our fascinating history, and also to the spiritual family all around the world.
Now, more than ever, I love the sound of the squawking seagulls and crashing waves, the not-so-hijab friendly wind, the sound of the adhan from the 300 masajid around the Cape, the intonation of the unique Cape Town accent, the guttural sound of Afrikaans, the ubiquitous gatherings of dhikr, the sing-songey style of the Eid takibirat, the way Cape Townians shake hands and kiss each other after a congregational prayer, and the warmth and hospitality of the Cape Townian Muslim community. These are but a few of the special aspects of this region.
There is a wealth of barakah in the Cape. From the time when slaves were shipped here to the Cape of Storms, Islam was destined to take its roots via the elite of the enslaved. Fast forward centuries, the circles of knowledge have continued to flourish, and the name of God is continuously heard. Now a spiritual, cultural and intellectual hub, it is a must-see for the traveller who not only seeks leisure and beauty, but also seeks meaning and profundity.